Wan Sheng

Remember, Pangu created the world, Fuxi Bagua came into being, Yin and Yang were in harmony with each other, the heaven and earth were clear and bright, and mountains, rivers, and all kinds of creatures were born. In the small house on the hillside of Wanhe Peak, Yu Sheng leaned on the rocking chair, humming his own tune, closing his eyes and swaying for half the afternoon. "Master, are we really not going back to the top of the mountain?" Yu Sheng's young disciple He Chang'an muttered in a low voice, "Senior brothers and sisters are all in Wanhe Hall, what are we doing here? It's so boring..." Yu Sheng did not reply in a hurry. He squinted his eyes, lazily took a cup from the side table, took a sip of tea, and then continued leisurely: "Hey, I brought you down the mountain for fun, didn't I? Didn't I bring you to practice?" "Although it is training, it is not just about running to the foot of Laoyuan Qinghe Mountain, meeting Lord Shen once, and then running all the way back and resting here. Master, you have drank seven cups of tea, when are you going to assign training tasks to your disciples..." He Changan was still talking nonsense. Most of the disciples in Wanhe Hall can fight with Yu Sheng, and often bicker with each other. As long as Lord Wanhe doesn't put on a straight face, they are basically not afraid of him. "Hey - how can I say this? Let me ask you, how did we get there." "Nian Yufeng Jue." "Weren't you familiar with it before we set off? Wouldn't it be possible to master the Wind Control Technique by going back and forth?" He Changan said nothing and poured the eighth cup of tea for Yu Shengman, waiting for the next words of the always wrangling master. Unexpectedly, he changed the topic and stopped worrying about "experience". He said in a nonchalant voice, "Chang An, what do you think of Mr. Shen?" "Huh?" "Just, let's go all the way for a while - Mr. Qinghe, Shen Yu." He Changan's face went blank for a while, and he was stunned for a long time: "Huh?" After the Fuxi Bagua was completed, the center of the Yin and Yang poles happened to fall on Wanhe Peak and Qinghe Peak, facing each other in the north and south, running through the entire territory. At the same time, a ray of Fuxi's soul fell on the twin peaks after all the gods died, giving birth to the only two gods, Yu Sheng, the yin god of Wanhe, and Shen Yu, the yang god of Qinghe. Most of the living beings are just ignorant people. The names of Wanhe God and Qinghe God are passed down from generation to generation, and the only ones left are "the two 'river gods'", "the two immortals of Yin and Yang" and so on. However, the human world knows very little about these two gods of yin and yang, but these two names are very shuddering among the immortal and demon clans. There are also an endless stream of people from the two clans who want to worship them, or have some relationship with them, and add the name Fuxi to them in the old way. However, not everyone can get what they want. First, it depends on talent or status. Second, it depends on the mood of these two great masters. After two hurdles, the two peaks were expected to be quiet. After staying in the idle house on the mountainside for a whole afternoon, He Changan finally got the idea and returned to the palace after pestering Yu Sheng a thousand and eight hundred times. For some special reasons, starting from the idle house on the mountainside, Wanhe God set up a spirit-blocking formation. Except for the two gods of Yin and Yang who had the power to defeat all the immortal demons, young disciples like He Changan could not use magic power in the formation, nor could they use spiritual techniques. Yu Sheng himself could fly back to the top of the mountain in one step, but considering the bottle of oil next to him, the two of them climbed up the stairs. Along the way, the bluestone steps stretched upward unhurriedly. As they passed, lush forests and bamboos cut the sunlight into mottled fragments and threw them away. "Chang An, you haven't answered me yet." Yu Sheng tilted his head and his smiling eyes fell on the young man's green shirt, "What do you think of Master Shen?" He Changxin felt bad, he couldn't hide from the gag after so long. How could this Qinghe Shen be judged at will by a mediocre little disciple like him? Although he could guess what the master meant, he at least knew that divine power should not be overstepped. After thinking for a while, he said dryly like a Duan Shui master: "It's okay." Naturally, Yu Sheng didn't know He Changan's heroic mental activity as he walked through a sea of fire and sword. He just said that the dazed young disciple's mind was not distracted, so he slowly gave such a gentle answer that brought peace to the world. But he obviously didn't buy this. He turned around, looked condescendingly at He Changan on the steps below, and retorted in a funny way: "How can it be okay? It's extremely good, it's so good, it's so good that it can fly. Any small animal that passes by will have to kowtow three times immediately. Standing in front of a famous flower can make it instantly wither into ashes, and an eight-thousand-year-old mysterious turtle must be willing to be his stepping stone, okay? Besides..." Yu Sheng was still talking, but was mercilessly interrupted by He Changan: "But master, you traveled thousands of miles to meet him by chance today, and Master Shen ignored you..." Yu Sheng fell silent for a moment, as if he had been stabbed by something sad. He turned around and walked up. After taking a few steps, he turned back and said angrily: "Why are you talking to your master? Besides, he is reserved. I am the majestic God of Wanhe..." When He Changan heard this, he blinked and automatically blocked his master's subsequent self-evaluation, which could be thousands of words, as well as his unconditional full-filter praise of a certain adult on another mountain. From time to time, he would politely agree, showing that he was listening carefully. When Yu Sheng didn't pay attention, He Changan secretly made a face. Oops, his master Wan He has started his idol promotion meeting again. Well, if it's an "idol". In fact, Wanhe Palace is not a palace, but a small group of buildings, with pavilions, pavilions, corridors and bridges, mountains and rivers, which is quite elegant. In a place with good mountains, water, feng shui and a good view, Wanhe Main Hall is located. The stone path was not very long, and the two of them walked at a fast pace, and they soon arrived at Wanhe Gate. As soon as he arrived at the door, Yu Sheng swooped back into his Wanhe main hall, not knowing what he was doing. When He Changan turned around, he found that his master was missing again, so he didn't worry and walked to Wanhe Garden, a small garden. It was the Wanhe God who had a sudden idea to design and take care of it himself. However, after a few days of planning, he forgot about it and left it all to his disciples. As soon as He Changan walked to the corner of the back garden, he heard a burst of clear laughter. As expected, the senior brothers and sisters were all here. When the master had no classes or work, they would all go here. "Hey! Little Chang An is back? How was your experience? What did the master teach you by opening a small stove for you? Is it a unique skill? Hey, I said, the master took Chang An in and left us alone..." The person who spoke out was He Changan's senior sister Tang Yi. Because the rare words were too difficult to pronounce, everyone called her Tang Huohuo. It's a coincidence that when she was named, it was probably due to a lack of fire in the fortune telling that she was given such a fiery name. When she grew older, her temperament was not to mention. On Wanhe Mountain, her best skill was the rare fire-bending skill, which was considered a complete complement. He Chang'an sat down nearby, performed a hand gesture, and took a cup of tea from the table: "No, the master took me to practice the Wind Control Technique. Hey, why did the tea fire go out?" Tang Huohuo snapped his fingers, sent a small flame as big as a bean to the bottom of the pot, and asked, "Huh? That's it." "That's more than that." He Chang'an drank the tea in one gulp, "Actually, I went to meet Mr. Qinghe by chance, and learned the Wind Control Technique by the way. Tsk, this tea tastes terrible..." "Let's drink the leftover tea in your senior brother's house. One day, we can go together to the master's main hall and steal some." Tang Huohuo looked around a bit mischievously, "Hey, little Chang'an, master went to see Master Shen again? What do you say?" He Changan stepped forward and said, "What else can I say? Master went all the way to Qinghe Mountain to block people, but people took one look at him and left without looking back." "Master is really miserable." Tang Huohuo pretended to be mature and sipped his tea, "Oh, why doesn't Mr. Shen like master? Master chases him every day..." Tang Yi wanted to add something, but he heard a faint voice coming from behind: "Yes, why? I want to know too." Intention: the universe of heaven and earth